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Chapter 835: Successfully Surviving the Tribulation

"Ahhhh! This old man will block it!" Spirit Void Old Ghost roared, whirling the Myriad Soul Banner like a windmill. The banner's surface blazed with ghostly light, as thousands of yin souls spewed forth from it, coalescing before him into a hundred-zhang-tall giant ghost phantom.The giant ghost had a blue face and fanged teeth, its hands gripping a pitch-black soul shield, stubbornly meeting the remaining force of the thunder pillar head-on.

But Heavenly Dao thunder inherently suppressed yin and evil. The moment the thunder pillar touched the soul shield, a sizzling, scorching sound erupted.

The giant ghost phantom began to dissolve with a wretched scream, the soul shield instantly covered in charred marks before disintegrating into drifting ashes.

Spirit Void Old Ghost's face turned deathly pale. He violently spat out a large mouthful of black blood, flicked his sleeve, and three soul orbs radiating dense death energy shot out. They exploded mid-air, transforming into a thick layer of soul mist.

These were his life-bound soul orbs, treasured for many years, each containing a thousand years of ghost power.

Originally a trump card reserved for breaking through realms, he could only use them now to barely buffer the thunder's might.

The soul mist collided with the thunder pillar and was instantly ignited, turning into a sea of eerie green flames. Yet it held for merely three breaths before being completely torn apart by the thunder pillar.

"And this!" A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes. He fiercely tore open his robe, revealing a ferocious soul mark on his chest.

He formed hand seals and pressed them against it—"Blood Soul Sacrifice!"

With his roar, the ghost power around him surged threefold. However, his gray hair turned snow-white at a visible rate, and his skin grew increasingly withered, as if all moisture had been sucked out.

This was a forbidden technique that burned one's own vital essence and soul, capable of temporarily boosting power but leaving permanent Dao injuries.

Relying on this power, Spirit Void Old Ghost controlled the Myriad Soul Banner to shoot out thousands of soul threads, weaving them into a massive soul net to intercept the thunder pillar once more.

But this time, the thunder pillar directly pierced through the soul net, smashing heavily onto his shoulder—"Crack!"

The sound of shattering bone was clearly audible.

Spirit Void Old Ghost's left arm was instantly blasted into a bloody, mangled mess by the thunder force. Black ghost blood mixed with charred bits of flesh splattered everywhere.

His entire body crashed to the ground like a kite with a severed string, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He struggled to get up. His left arm was completely crippled, and the Myriad Soul Banner hung limply in his hand, its surface split with several large gashes. The howls of the yin souls within grew faint.

That series of methods just now—from fully activating the Myriad Soul Banner, to sacrificing his life-bound soul orbs, to the Blood Soul forbidden technique—were all the trump cards he had left. Yet they couldn't even completely block the first heavenly tribulation. Just its residual force had left him severely wounded.

"No… impossible…" Spirit Void Old Ghost trembled all over. Gazing at the still-churning thunderclouds in the sky, the ruthlessness and fervor in his eyes were instantly replaced by terror. "This is only the first one… there are still ninety-nine more? Heavens, are you toying with this old man?"

He thought of his entire life. An orphan since childhood, adopted by a ghost cultivator, he indeed cultivated sinister arts. But those he killed were all tyrants who oppressed the common people, treacherous cultivators who broke faith, and enemies who sought his life. He had never slaughtered the innocent indiscriminately.

Was it simply because he cultivated the Ghost Path that he wasn't even qualified to undergo the tribulation?

Despair flooded him like a tide. He slumped to the ground, his broken body twitching slightly. His previously wide, bulging eyes lost their luster, a bitter smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. "Enough, enough… bustling about for a lifetime, yet ultimately still falling to the heavenly tribulation…"

He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the next heavenly tribulation to descend, without even the strength to resist.

Chen Huaian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the teetering Blue Lotus Sword Domain, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Just the residual force of the first heavenly tribulation had nearly shattered the great formation. If ninety-nine more came, forget ten sword formations, even a hundred wouldn't be enough to block them!

He was just about to curse when he suddenly noticed that the thunderclouds in the sky had actually stopped churning.

The condensed Thunder Beast phantom gradually faded. The purplish-black clouds receded at a visible rate, revealing the originally clear, sunny sky.

Even more bizarre, the previously violent Heavenly Dao oppressive aura vanished without a trace.

A rainbow-hued immortal bridge slowly descended from deep within the clouds.

The bridge's body was condensed from clouds and mist, adorned with countless shimmering points of light, emitting a gentle and sacred aura—a stark contrast to the previous thunderous might.

Spirit Void Old Ghost waited with closed eyes for a long time. Instead of the anticipated heavenly tribulation, he felt a warm aura enveloping him.

Puzzled, he cracked open one eye. When he saw that immortal bridge, he instantly froze, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist. He even forgot the pain in his ruined left arm. "This… what is this? An immortal bridge? Shouldn't it be striking this old man dead?"

Chen Huaian was even more dumbfounded. He raised a hand to rub his eyes, suspecting the heavenly tribulation had shaken him into hallucinations. "No way, this Venerable One is screwed! What game is the Heavens playing? First a beating, then a candy? That's not right, where are the ninety-nine heavenly tribulations? How the hell can it just leave halfway?!"

He looked at the immortal bridge slowly extending before Spirit Void Old Ghost, then at the utterly stunned old ghost, the corner of his mouth twitching.

He felt… he seemed to have been set up.

Even if the sword formation hadn't been strengthened by 30%, blocking the first heavenly tribulation wouldn't have been a problem.

If he had known the heavenly tribulation for Spirit Void Old Ghost was only that one strike, he would never have spent so many top-grade spirit jades.

These were all precious resources!

As for Spirit Void Old Ghost, after a brief period of stupor, he swallowed hard, cautiously extended his intact right hand, and touched the edge of the immortal bridge—a surge of pure immortal spiritual energy instantly flooded into his body. His originally broken body actually began to slowly recover, and the intense pain in his left arm lessened considerably.

He abruptly looked up at Chen Huaian, his eyes full of bewilderment. "Chen Sword Master… this old man, this… does this mean the tribulation was successful?"

The corner of Chen Huaian's mouth twitched. "You ask this Venerable One, who should this Venerable One ask? This Venerable One has never undergone a tribulation… But since the immortal bridge has descended, it should count as a successful tribulation, right…"

The confusion in Chen Huaian's heart was absolutely no less than Spirit Void Old Ghost's.

Last time, Tu Shan Yue's tribulation situation was already strange—much thunder but little rain.

This time, Spirit Void Old Ghost's tribulation situation was even more bizarre.

For others, undergoing a tribulation meant nine deaths and one life. But Spirit Void Old Ghost? One thunder strike and he passed!

The earlier sky-spanning phenomena and the Thunder Beast phantom seemed like just going through the motions, merely putting on a performance.

As if saying to all living beings of the Cangyun Realm: Hey! See that? The heavenly tribulation, it came, okay?

Don't say later that the tribulation never came, okay~

It was just so… perfunctory.

It felt like the Immortal Realm was a bit short on personnel, a bit… not picky at all.

Spirit Void Old Ghost scratched his head. The despair on his face had long vanished without a trace, replaced by a glimmer of enlightenment. "This old man… this old man seems to understand! Hahahaha! Perhaps it's because this old man, throughout his life, though cultivating the Ghost Path, never lost his original heart, and moved the Heavenly Dao?"

Chen Huaian: "…"

A ghost cultivator moved the Heavenly Dao?

The most ridiculous joke in the world!

He'd rather believe the one controlling the heavenly tribulation was a newbie unfamiliar with the job.

Even more bizarre, the previously violent and berserk oppressive aura of the Heavenly Dao vanished without a trace.

At the same time.

Cangyun Realm, Upper Realm.

"Oops…" Real Person Jade Compassion slapped her forehead, looking at the sand table of the Cangyun Realm and sticking out her tongue sheepishly.

"Only adjusted the total power of the heavenly tribulation, forgot to adjust the total number of tribulations… hehe…"

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